Post by kazuma on Mar 20, 2014 8:38:36 GMT -5
Faction: Galactic Republic?
Department: Army?- Recon Commando
Rank: Major
Name: Athir Rykarr ?
Race: Cathar?
Age: 29
Height: 6ft 6in?
Weight: 210lb?
Birth place: Corellia??
Appearance:
Athir stands quite tall for his race, his body is covered for its entirety in a very short, light yellow fur. Thick brown locks fall down from his head, around his face and over his shoulders in a “mane” like manner. Athir’s features are heavily feline, with a prominent yellow and white muzzle ending in a black leathery nose and large white canines sticking out from the upper lip on either side, sharp yellow cat-slit eyes sit evenly under a thick brow with dark lines of hair similar to eyebrows. Long yellow pointed ears, with very fine long hairs inside revealing light pink skin, appear out through the mane of dark hair, and twitch back and forth as they constantly detect different sounds.
His tall frame is well muscled, from his long limbed well defined arms, ending in large humanoid like hands, five digits on each, with the same yellow fur on top and soft leathery padding on the underside, the thick long fingers end with razor sharp retractable claws. Athir’s fur covered chest has a white “V”, as opposed to the yellow fur, that goes across his pecks, down his chest to meet at a point on his flat muscled stomach. Through the “V” of white, run a set of parallel scars, about six inches long diagonally down his chest, looking to be from a set of claws, similar to his own.
Thick powerful legs go down to the multi-jointed, long feline feet, ending in short dark claws. As he stands and walks, it is on the balls of his feet, as a human might “tip-toe”, his posture held upright with his height, tall and proud.
Being a recon officer he tends to disregard standard military dress, instead favoring more comfortable and discreet attire. He wears loose trousers of a thick dark material, with a tight fitting dark short sleeve shirt. Over the top he wears a thigh length dark jacket, under which he has his pistols holstered against each side of his chest, he walks with custom made flexible boots for his feline feet.
Personality:
Athir is a rather quiet and solemn type, he has learnt to be this way, as is quite contrary to his Cathar nature, his clear physical differences resulting in him being the target of others cruelty as a child, and even somewhat today, so he keeps to himself and stays out of the way. He, and those at the source of the malice towards him, found out very quickly how short his fuse was, being prone to losing his temper in an instant, with his natural strength, speed, and razor claws, Athir can make quick work of those before him, even as a child, he was unpredictable. Though now, with his military training and over the years, he has learnt to somewhat control that anger and channel it into the right places and moments.
Along with keeping to himself, Athir finds it difficult to trust others, likely the only people he truly trusts are those of his company, because of their often covert line of missions he learnt rather quickly that they each had to trust the others with their lives, if one were to fail or fall, the others were likely to follow. Though to those he trusts, he is a fiercely loyal creature, and will defend his allies with all his power, his natural abilities and passion to succeed, giving him the skills to back up his claims of defense.
When amongst friends, the he can be seen to enjoy himself, he has a dry wit and humor that might be seen by outsiders as dark and even sometimes macabre, but that generally causes those that know him to laugh all the harder. Being raised where and as he was, there was a need for Athir to learn Basic, which he now speaks fluently, along with an understanding of Shyriiwook where he can also manage to utter a few tiny words of the language, his own guttural and throaty language of Catharese giving him that edge.
Athir enjoys a drink or several in his down time, and can be often found taking a hand at the Pazaak tables, though not a gambling addict by any means, he enjoys the distraction and the mentality of the game, with the mix of tactics, chance and luck in a controlled manner, as opposed to those same elements in the field, able to make for a fun time.
Skills:
Expert Tracker – Being a Cathar, with heightened senses of smell, sight and hearing, he has learnt to adapt these natural abilities to his military role, being able to follow a creatures trail through just about any terrain.
Crack Shot – With his keen eye sight and fast reflexes, honed by military training, Athir has the skill to take a target with ease and while under pressure, with his own pistols, of course.
Unarmed Combat Specialist – Little to say here, with his natural Cathar prowess, strength, agility, and razor sharp retractable claws, being weapons in their own right. He has used this to his advantage and honed his training in this area, instead of bladed or martial combat, to become an unarmed combat specialist.
Attributes: ?
Physical Strength: 6?
Intelligence: 5?
Speed: 7?
Leadership: 5??
Unarmed: 8?
Melee Weapons: 4?
Ranged Weapons: 5???
Bio:
Athir: Origins and Birth
At the time of the Mandolorian Wars, when the planet Cathar was sacked, bombed and decimated and the planets people was brought to near extinction, there were some that managed an escape.
As most did at the time, they sought refuge on the distant planet of Taris, Athir’s Great-Great Grandparents were amongst these, and they remained with the others of the refugees, but soon as the others started to leave, seeking other refuge, further towards to Core away from the battle fronts of the Outer Rim. Athir’s Great-Great Grandparents knowing they would not make another long journey, sent their children with one of the larger groups heading Core-ward, they would remain with the few others on Taris.
So it was that his Grand Parents ventured towards the core worlds, settling on one place for some time, where Athir’s father was born, and eventually met his mother. Cathar, being of a clan mentality, naturally stuck together, so when the group decided it was time to move on they went together. Eventually the Clan settled on Corellia, taking a liking to the forested parts of the planet, similar to those of Cathar. Those of the clan quickly found work in different areas on the planet, though the local populace wasn’t all too accepting of these newcomers to their home.
Athir’s father found work as a fitter and engineer for CEC shipyards, working on the maintenance and construction of vessels. A short time after, Athir came into the world, born with a full litter, two brothers and two sisters, a welcome sight into the makeshift clan of the descendants of refugees, another generation of healthy cubs to carry on their legacy, as clan elders knew little on the recovery of their people elsewhere in the galaxy.
Athir: Young Years and Troubled Years
Not the only litter to be born about that time in their impromptu clan, another female had a litter of about the same size, giving Athir plenty of others of his kind and age to grow up with, but there were still those of other races, and some of them were none too fond of the Cathar’s presence, and well, children will be children, because of this while the cubs were young, they were kept close to home where the adults could keep an eye on them, most of the time.
As Athir grew for the first several years, he did as any cub and spent countless hours staking his brothers and sisters in mock hunting games, they would follow their mother around as she did her work around the Cathar settlement, they also began to learn, hearing the others speaking they naturally picked up on both Catharese and somewhat of Basic. When his father was at home in the evenings he would read to the young cubs, and also teach them the words and how to read, by the age of five most of the Rykarr cubs were able to read and write and had full command of Catharese and a good grasp of Basic.
At about the age of six, Athir had an encounter that landed his family in quite the trouble. It was a normal afternoon, the others had found the Cathar children playing, as Cathar children did, chasing climbing, running, usually on all fours, and these others decided to make sport of them, throwing things at them, hurling abuse, one even dared to come up and kick one of the younger cubs, well this did not sit well with Athir, as the larger male of the group he felt it was his responsibility to look after the others, his temper quickly rose and in true Cathar form, launched himself at the other child, the boy didn’t stand a chance as Athir let loose upon him with razor claws and fast strikes, before long the boy was a bloody mess, he realised what he’d done and had stopped, noticing all the other children, Cathar or otherwise, had run, Athir sat dumbfounded at what he had done to the boy. Athir’s mother and several other adults were on the scene in no time, the boy would survive his wounds but would not doubt be somewhat disfigured.
Department: Army?- Recon Commando
Rank: Major
Name: Athir Rykarr ?
Race: Cathar?
Age: 29
Height: 6ft 6in?
Weight: 210lb?
Birth place: Corellia??
Appearance:
Athir stands quite tall for his race, his body is covered for its entirety in a very short, light yellow fur. Thick brown locks fall down from his head, around his face and over his shoulders in a “mane” like manner. Athir’s features are heavily feline, with a prominent yellow and white muzzle ending in a black leathery nose and large white canines sticking out from the upper lip on either side, sharp yellow cat-slit eyes sit evenly under a thick brow with dark lines of hair similar to eyebrows. Long yellow pointed ears, with very fine long hairs inside revealing light pink skin, appear out through the mane of dark hair, and twitch back and forth as they constantly detect different sounds.
His tall frame is well muscled, from his long limbed well defined arms, ending in large humanoid like hands, five digits on each, with the same yellow fur on top and soft leathery padding on the underside, the thick long fingers end with razor sharp retractable claws. Athir’s fur covered chest has a white “V”, as opposed to the yellow fur, that goes across his pecks, down his chest to meet at a point on his flat muscled stomach. Through the “V” of white, run a set of parallel scars, about six inches long diagonally down his chest, looking to be from a set of claws, similar to his own.
Thick powerful legs go down to the multi-jointed, long feline feet, ending in short dark claws. As he stands and walks, it is on the balls of his feet, as a human might “tip-toe”, his posture held upright with his height, tall and proud.
Being a recon officer he tends to disregard standard military dress, instead favoring more comfortable and discreet attire. He wears loose trousers of a thick dark material, with a tight fitting dark short sleeve shirt. Over the top he wears a thigh length dark jacket, under which he has his pistols holstered against each side of his chest, he walks with custom made flexible boots for his feline feet.
Personality:
Athir is a rather quiet and solemn type, he has learnt to be this way, as is quite contrary to his Cathar nature, his clear physical differences resulting in him being the target of others cruelty as a child, and even somewhat today, so he keeps to himself and stays out of the way. He, and those at the source of the malice towards him, found out very quickly how short his fuse was, being prone to losing his temper in an instant, with his natural strength, speed, and razor claws, Athir can make quick work of those before him, even as a child, he was unpredictable. Though now, with his military training and over the years, he has learnt to somewhat control that anger and channel it into the right places and moments.
Along with keeping to himself, Athir finds it difficult to trust others, likely the only people he truly trusts are those of his company, because of their often covert line of missions he learnt rather quickly that they each had to trust the others with their lives, if one were to fail or fall, the others were likely to follow. Though to those he trusts, he is a fiercely loyal creature, and will defend his allies with all his power, his natural abilities and passion to succeed, giving him the skills to back up his claims of defense.
When amongst friends, the he can be seen to enjoy himself, he has a dry wit and humor that might be seen by outsiders as dark and even sometimes macabre, but that generally causes those that know him to laugh all the harder. Being raised where and as he was, there was a need for Athir to learn Basic, which he now speaks fluently, along with an understanding of Shyriiwook where he can also manage to utter a few tiny words of the language, his own guttural and throaty language of Catharese giving him that edge.
Athir enjoys a drink or several in his down time, and can be often found taking a hand at the Pazaak tables, though not a gambling addict by any means, he enjoys the distraction and the mentality of the game, with the mix of tactics, chance and luck in a controlled manner, as opposed to those same elements in the field, able to make for a fun time.
Skills:
Expert Tracker – Being a Cathar, with heightened senses of smell, sight and hearing, he has learnt to adapt these natural abilities to his military role, being able to follow a creatures trail through just about any terrain.
Crack Shot – With his keen eye sight and fast reflexes, honed by military training, Athir has the skill to take a target with ease and while under pressure, with his own pistols, of course.
Unarmed Combat Specialist – Little to say here, with his natural Cathar prowess, strength, agility, and razor sharp retractable claws, being weapons in their own right. He has used this to his advantage and honed his training in this area, instead of bladed or martial combat, to become an unarmed combat specialist.
Attributes: ?
Physical Strength: 6?
Intelligence: 5?
Speed: 7?
Leadership: 5??
Unarmed: 8?
Melee Weapons: 4?
Ranged Weapons: 5???
Bio:
Athir: Origins and Birth
At the time of the Mandolorian Wars, when the planet Cathar was sacked, bombed and decimated and the planets people was brought to near extinction, there were some that managed an escape.
As most did at the time, they sought refuge on the distant planet of Taris, Athir’s Great-Great Grandparents were amongst these, and they remained with the others of the refugees, but soon as the others started to leave, seeking other refuge, further towards to Core away from the battle fronts of the Outer Rim. Athir’s Great-Great Grandparents knowing they would not make another long journey, sent their children with one of the larger groups heading Core-ward, they would remain with the few others on Taris.
So it was that his Grand Parents ventured towards the core worlds, settling on one place for some time, where Athir’s father was born, and eventually met his mother. Cathar, being of a clan mentality, naturally stuck together, so when the group decided it was time to move on they went together. Eventually the Clan settled on Corellia, taking a liking to the forested parts of the planet, similar to those of Cathar. Those of the clan quickly found work in different areas on the planet, though the local populace wasn’t all too accepting of these newcomers to their home.
Athir’s father found work as a fitter and engineer for CEC shipyards, working on the maintenance and construction of vessels. A short time after, Athir came into the world, born with a full litter, two brothers and two sisters, a welcome sight into the makeshift clan of the descendants of refugees, another generation of healthy cubs to carry on their legacy, as clan elders knew little on the recovery of their people elsewhere in the galaxy.
Athir: Young Years and Troubled Years
Not the only litter to be born about that time in their impromptu clan, another female had a litter of about the same size, giving Athir plenty of others of his kind and age to grow up with, but there were still those of other races, and some of them were none too fond of the Cathar’s presence, and well, children will be children, because of this while the cubs were young, they were kept close to home where the adults could keep an eye on them, most of the time.
As Athir grew for the first several years, he did as any cub and spent countless hours staking his brothers and sisters in mock hunting games, they would follow their mother around as she did her work around the Cathar settlement, they also began to learn, hearing the others speaking they naturally picked up on both Catharese and somewhat of Basic. When his father was at home in the evenings he would read to the young cubs, and also teach them the words and how to read, by the age of five most of the Rykarr cubs were able to read and write and had full command of Catharese and a good grasp of Basic.
At about the age of six, Athir had an encounter that landed his family in quite the trouble. It was a normal afternoon, the others had found the Cathar children playing, as Cathar children did, chasing climbing, running, usually on all fours, and these others decided to make sport of them, throwing things at them, hurling abuse, one even dared to come up and kick one of the younger cubs, well this did not sit well with Athir, as the larger male of the group he felt it was his responsibility to look after the others, his temper quickly rose and in true Cathar form, launched himself at the other child, the boy didn’t stand a chance as Athir let loose upon him with razor claws and fast strikes, before long the boy was a bloody mess, he realised what he’d done and had stopped, noticing all the other children, Cathar or otherwise, had run, Athir sat dumbfounded at what he had done to the boy. Athir’s mother and several other adults were on the scene in no time, the boy would survive his wounds but would not doubt be somewhat disfigured.
